The Life That Comes After
Today, when I think about Florence, I think less about what she gave me materially and more about what she awakened in me.
Humility.
Gratitude.
Responsibility.
The understanding that hardship may explain our weaknesses, but it does not excuse them.
The house she offered me was never the greatest gift.
The greatest gift was the lesson that a person can begin again, even after seeing the worst parts of themselves clearly.
Not by denying what they were.
